Across any Divide

Chapter 7

"George!" Hermione's voice carried over the crowd of students leaving their classes and spewing into the corridors. George stopped, turning back to see Gryffindor's princess fighting through the sworn of people to get to him.

"What is it, Hermione?" George sounded resigned, like he expected anything she had to say would be bad news.

"I looked into the cellphones like I said I would -"

George clapped a hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her next words. Hermione's amber eyes opened wide in surprise, but she let George steer her through the crowd of people and into an empty, unused classroom across the hall. He locked the doors and warded them silent before spinning around.

"Bloody hell, Hermione, you can't go screaming that shit out in the corridors!" George glared down at the curly haired witch.

Hermione shrank back hesitantly, an almost hurt look flashing across her face. "I'm sorry, George. I didn't think you were one to discriminate over ones blood status."

Immediately George's eyes opened wide in shock, his face falling from furious to desperate shock. "No - Hermione - that's not what I meant. I just meant if she's a muggle then she doesn't have a mirror. I don't want to have to explain anything to the Ministry until I've had the chance to speak to her and get this figured out."

"Oh - Oh!" Hermione immediately blushed with embarrassment, "I'm so sorry - I hadn't even thought of it like that."

"It's fine - don't worry about it, just don't do it again," George huffed, running a hand down his face in exasperation. "Just... what did you find out?"

"I'm afraid nothing good," Hermione admitted resentfully. "I was only in the Muggle world for a day, so I'll keep looking into it, but I went into three different shops where you can get a cellphone and none of them had anything with glass screens that were thin. I bought the newest one, and it's nothing like it."

Hermione dug into her pocket and offered the device to George. It was thinner than her old model had been, but it slid upwards to reveal a screen, and still had buttons. George inspected it closely before shaking his head, "Thanks, Hermione, but this isn't what she had. Her's was thin, and I swear she tapped just a screen for it to work."

"You're sure she used to call someone?" Hermione's brow was furrowed in confusion. "You're absolutely sure that's what it did?"

"I'm positive. She was using it to call for help. A minute later an entire medical team was there." George massaged his temples, his eyes closing as he recalled the vision. "I swear it, Hermione. She said she needed some kind of cart and there was a code blue."

"Code blue?" Hermione shrugged, "Honestly, George, that sounds like medical terms to me. She might be training to be doctor in the muggle world or something?"

"You don't know what any of that means?" George looked intently at Hermione.

"They have to be medical terms but you've got understand, George, I haven't truly spent more than a week or two in the Muggle World since I was eleven. And my brief times spent there certaintly weren't at a hospital or brushing up on the muggle healing practices." Hermione's voice was gentle, almost apologetic. "I can try to -"

"It's fine," George gave her a pat on the shoulder, "I appreciate it, but don't worry about it. I'll figure it out."

"Are you sure? It's no problem," Hermione watched as George turned to make his way back to the main corridor. He paused, turning back and flashing her the cellphone.

"Mind if I hang on to this?"

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"So, are we going to talk about it?" Matteo slid into the chair across from him by the fire. It was an abnormally quiet night in the common room, and Draco had been enjoying the time to himself when Matteo interrupted.